My World Poem by Mathew Sutter

My world seems to be one everyone wants.
What I can't seem to comprehend is why,
They want it so.
It is nothing glamorous or sparkling about it.
It is all in black and white,
Boring and dull.
Sure, I have things people want,
But I had to pay a price to get those things.
No, not money.
Something much much more pricey then paper.
It cost me so much,
And now all I want is to give these things back.
I would even sell my soul,
Just so that I can be normal again.
I really do hurt everytime you ask me,
If I'm okay.
Because the real answer is no,
But I lie anyway.
This really does hurt,
Everytime I hear someone complain about,
How they look or when they ask,
What I would change about myself.
Nothing is my answer.
They look shocked,
But they don't understand.
I gave up everything to be beautiful,
And they still think I should change more.
This hurts.
And I die a little more everyday.
Time is not on my side,
My friends are against me.
So tell me again,
That you want my world...